so tomorrow we're going to the surgeon's office to get some paperwork filled out. while there i'm going to demand to see him because there is something in my neck that isn't supposed to be, i.e. a drainage tube that was supposed to come out of me before i left the hospital. i want him to see it, i want him to want to do something about it, then i'll tell him no, i want to talk to a lawyer first. then i'll ask for more appropriate pain management and tell him to stop treating me like i have a goddamn sprained ankle instead of a bone graft.
this time, i'm out for blood. the way this shit's turning out, this motherfucker is gonna buy me a house.
this time, i'm out for blood. the way this shit's turning out, this motherfucker is gonna buy me a house.